Your Healing Will Save The World -|𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖆 𝕬𝖀|-

Who are they..?

𝓝𝓞𝓣𝓔𝓢: 

This is my first time attempting to write something like this! I apologise that there will be little spanish if any due to the fact I only know some basic sentences, but you may see repeated phrases I understand. I also apologise for any grammatical and or spelling errors.

Thank you for letting the brainrot, brainrot :') 

-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴

𝓕𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱

-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴-̴

I circled the familiar castle again all too well, my head pounding and begging for sleep as the sun began to rise. The castle staff started to deplenish day after day as the staff went missing and the rest quit in fear. I would quit too if I could, unfortunatly the freedom isn't mine. I've lived in these castle walls for over 10 years now, with no escape in sight. I remember the day my freedom was tooken from me. ​🇮​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇲​​🇪​​🇲​​🇧​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇹​ ​🇦​​🇼​​🇫​​🇺​​🇱​ ​🇩​​🇦​​🇾​...

My head wondered as I took a seat on the cold concrete garden steps. I didn't always work for the castle, ⁽ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⁱᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏ.⁾ My life was once filled with joy. I was only 14. 

˜"*°•.˜"*°• ~Ten Years Ago~ •°*"˜.•°*"˜

"Mom!" I happily chirped while running to hug her. 

She smilled gently at me and kissed my forehead embracing my hug before I dug in my pockets. 

"I made $12 today can you believe it! I made double my normal sales and this lovely man even tipped me! Guess what mama, he was royal staff and told me my healing would save our village!" Foolish said, pulling out the $12 in loose change. 

Mama gently touched and patted my head, "Just like your father," she said, " Selling medicine to those who need it most." 

I happily smiled up giving her the $12 as she tried to refuse, saying it was mine to keep and to spend. She always tried to refuse the money I earned while selling medicine, but I stayed persistent and stubborn. Mom sighed, finally taking the money from my hands, holding and stroking my chin. 

"I love you dearly Foolish," She expressed teary eyed, " Never stop medicine my love, you'll heal the world."

I wondered up to my room and jumped in bed, covering the thin sheets of bedding over my small body. I let the proud look my mom gave me that day hush me to sleep...

"𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!" The sound of our door being kicked in and sounds of rummaging startled me awake. My heart pounded as I sprun out of bed, rushing to my moms room acrossed the hall from mine. The door was wide opened and the bed empty, the sheets twisted. 

My moms voice from downstairs caught my ear, "Please sirs, leave my home," She pleaded, "I do not have a son that sells medicine!"

A thud could be heard as something crashed suddenly to the ground.